[center][color=00a651][h2]Kyra Martinez[/h2][h3]The Big Island[/h3][/color][hr][hr][@Stekkmen][/center]
Dissappointment bubbled in Kyra's chest as the man mentioned that he didn't see anyone else. She quickly tucked away the feeling. There was no point in trying to feel sorry in this situation. Other survivors could have made it out elsewhere, anyways.

Water. Even the sound of it made Kyra's head throb with longing. The average human could last three days without water. Kyra felt as if she had gone thirsty for three years. How long had it been since she last had a drink? The only thing keeping her from foolishly chugging the seawater in desperation was the constant push to keep going.

[color=00a651]"Can you lead me there?"[/color] she croaked. They could rest at the spring. She could try to fix up everything that was hurting. Maybe even think up some sort of plan. And maybe, just maybe, try to find her sister.

[color=00a651]"I'm Kyra, by the way."[/color] She began to walk in the direction he pointed, eager for that stream. [color=00a651]"Kyra Martinez."[/color] Might as well get to know eachother while they were here on this godforsaken island. And it helped to break the startling monotony.